The Gorian Empire Retains Its Strong Claim to Frostfire Ridge; the Sorcerer-King Saves His Helpless Subjects

"Thunderlord Clan has launched an attack. They seem to have reached some agreement with Ogres and are bypassing Ogre Magi Fortress. Fenris knows about "Red Scourge" and he doesn't plan to wait any longer.

Frostwolf Clan's battle for survival is about to begin.

Durotan, you have to make an idea.

Fight? Or retreat?"

Frostfire Ridge In the extremely cold wind and the falling snow that has been drifting all year round, Drek'Thar whispered something. Durotan in front of him coughed and handed the medicinal soup in his hand to his guard.

Chieftain There was a continuous sound of coughing outside the camp, which was like the terrifying scene of entering the respiratory department of the hospital when the flu attacks.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

No one expected that the situation would deteriorate so quickly. The climate in Frostfire Ridge is already harsh, and the Red Scourge disease quietly released by Shadow Council will only be infected and take effect faster here. Once Frostwolf Clan's Orcs becomes weak, it will be quickly knocked down by the harsh climate. Chieftain scores more people to take care of the injured, but more infected people mean more loss of power.

The vicious cycle has begun. Coupled with Red Scourge's terrifying spread, in less than two days, Frostwolf Clan's combat situation in the ancestral land has changed from barely resisting to a collapse.

"We have nowhere to retreat, Drek'Thar."

Durotan tried hard to suppress the feeling of weakness that kept coming from his body. He glanced at the gray spots that were spreading on his brown skin. Chieftain felt dizzy at the sight of those dense rashes.

He has a strong constitution since he was a child and has never been infected by the Red Scourge plague that Orcs people have avoided. But even so, he can tell that this epidemic is different from the previous ones. He is also a legend Warrior after all. Such a physique cannot resist the ravages of the disease, let alone other people in the clan.

What's even worse is that Felblood Clan over there at the Thunderlord Clan shows no signs of infection. This disease is like the "hand of war" specially released by them.

"Ahem. The only option left for us is fighting."

Chieftain looked at the animal skin map on the table. There were several points marked on the Frostfire Ridge map. He said:

"It's just a pity that Old Whiteclaw and Leoroxx tried their best to recapture Thunder Pass for us. If it were before, we might have relied on a deadly battle to break through the double blockade of the Thunderlord Clan and Blackrock Clan to escape Frostfire Ridge.

But now that the clan is like this, we have been defeated by the epidemic, let alone rushing into battle, it is difficult for us to resist Fenris and Wolf Rider on our own.

Drek'Thar, let the elemental power send a message to Old Whiteclaw and Leoroxx. Let them retreat to Talador and stay with the other members of the K'ure Alliance. Don't let them stay in Frostfire Ridge.

Once we are finished, Fenris, who completely rules Frostfire Ridge, will not let them go."

Durotan's voice was filled with helplessness and regret.

All because this Red Scourge plague came at the wrong time. Before the large-scale outbreak of the epidemic, he was leading Frostwolf Clan Warrior to storm Ogre Magi Fortress, intending to seize the strong city in the north and let his people move in to resist the War Horde army.

With the assistance of Polar Storm launched by Drek'Thar, they have even entered the flanking core tower of Ogre Magi Fortress.

There was really only one step away from completing the strategic goal of sheltering the clan, but the damn epidemic suddenly broke out at that time, like an invisible sickle cutting through the brave Frostwolf Clan Warrior people, defeating them overnight.

If Durotan hadn't retreated decisively when the situation turned bad, I'm afraid the clan's elite would have been destroyed by those Ogres's ferocious counterattacks.

"Ogre Shaman of Ogre Magi Fortress must have joined forces with Shadow Council."

Thinking of the failed battle, Durotan felt depressed. He clenched his fists and beat the table, cursing:

"It was in that high tower that we were attacked by Red Scourge. It was definitely arranged there by Gul'dan's bastards Warlock. They wanted to destroy us.

But now there is no hope of capturing the tower. The clansmen can only retreat in their ancestral land and are plagued by diseases. Fenris, like a ferocious Wolf King, has caught us at our weakest moment. Frostwolf Clan has no way out.

Drek'Thar, you continue to maintain Polar Storm to protect our people. I will rush to the border of the territory with the remaining Warrior who can still fight. I will do my best to win for you. Time, you take your tribe and set off immediately, let Frostfire Ridge migrate in the mountains on the border, Thunderlord Clan's Wolf Rider will not go into the rugged Ice Valley.

You can survive there."

"We can't survive! Durotan, everyone in the local area knows how barren that Ice Valley is. If there are only one or two hundred people, they can barely survive, but now the entire clan's old, weak, and injured add up to tens of thousands of people!"

Legend Shaman shook his head and said:

"It is true that we can temporarily avoid the disaster of destruction by hiding in it, but Thunderlord Clan as long as the Ice Valley exit is blocked, it will be enough to starve us to death there. The tribesmen infected with the plague are very weak, and their death speed in that bitter cold land will exceed your imagination.

You are right, we have no way out, but the children who grew up in Frostfire Ridge's Polar Storm never lack courage.

Issue weapons to the clansmen, Durotan."

Drek'Thar grabbed his elemental battle axe, gritting his teeth like a blind and ferocious wolf and said:

"Let all the tribesmen go with you to the border of the territory, where we will fight with Wolf Rider of Fenris! Even if Frostwolf Clan annihilates the tribe tonight, we will never let this ancestral land fall into the hands of that ferocious demonic wolf!

You, me and the children of the clan may all be buried here, but even if we die in battle, we will bite off a piece of the Thunderlord Clan's flesh and blood. Even if Fenris wins, it will only be a tragic victory, and the wolves he is proud of will break their legs and bathe in blood today.

Oh, if you want to rule Frostfire Ridge, you must first survive the brutal fighting inside War Horde, which has been eroded by cruelty.

We are just taking the first step, Durotan, your big brother will come down to accompany us soon!"

Chieftain was silent.

He knew that letting the always gentle Drek'Thar say such words with blood in his voice was enough to prove that even the legendary Shaman, who was the spiritual leader of the Frostwolf Clan, could not find any way to break the situation. The only options left for them were to die in battle or to starve to death.

But Frostwolf Clan does not lack courage. Being able to survive and thrive in such a bitter cold place like Frostfire Ridge shows the tenacity of the Frostwolf Clan. The unique "gentleness, strength and unity" of this clan allow them to burst out with power unimaginable by other clans in such desperate moments.

In the past hundreds of years, the ancestors of the Frostwolf Clan relied on this kind of will to unite to become the rulers of Frostfire Ridge. Now, the clan is once again on the verge of extinction, and the ancient will will once again inspire them to perform miraculous acts.

"Then so be it."

Durotan coughed and walked out of the camp. He told Drek'Thar's suggestions to his subordinates High Overseer.

These infected Warlord were silent at first, but then they broke out into angry war cries. They shouted the slogan "Fight to the death" and ordered their respective quartermasters to open their weapons boxes and take out the Coldsteel Axe stored in the clan and distribute them to each adult Frostwolf Orcs.

Not only the craftsmen and hunters in the clan received weapons, but even the peons were gathered together and distributed simple armor.

Because of the Frostwolf Clan's gentle attitude towards their tribesmen, their peons' lives are much easier than those of other clans. Although life in this hellish place like Frostfire Ridge is not a bit enjoyable, at least the peons will not be treated as consumables like other clans.

In contrast, Frostwolf Clan's hard workers also have quite good unity.

At this moment when there is no other way out, the hard workers are naturally willing to sacrifice their blood for the Frostwolf Clan's Battle Standard.

A tragic and solemn momentum infected the Chieftain camp, and as Wolf Rider conveyed the order to other nearby camps, the bloody and deadly fighting spirit soon swirled and condensed in the Frostwolf Ancestral Lands built around the magma land. Even the falling snow and cold wind in the sky were infected by this complex momentum, and the gloomy sky was rarely clearing up.

"Sorry, kids."

In Durotan's camp, Frostwolf Clan Chieftain coughed and handed his spare Coldsteel Axe to his brother and sister Saurfang. He said apologetically:

"Orgrim sent you here with the intention of taking refuge, but I failed to fulfill my duties as an elder. Now the situation has become irreversible. I am determined to lead my tribe and fight against Fenris who is pressing harder and harder.

But you two are not members of the Frostwolf Clan. You can stay here. I will leave a Dire Wolf who knows the way.

After we set off, you follow Dire Wolf to Ice Valley. Although it is barren, the resources there are enough for the two of you to survive."

"It's not your fault, Durotan Chieftain."

Thorufal took the cold battle ax, and she whispered:

"My brother and I have seen with our own eyes the scene where you personally led the Warriors into the Ogre Magi Fortress for the sake of the clan. You are the most brave and responsible clan Chieftain. This is all because of the damn dogs Warlocks who spread the plague.

My brother and I saw it all with our own eyes, and now we can finally confirm who is the righteous party."

"Give me an ax!"

Young Dranosh Saurfang stretched out his hand to Durotan and said loudly:

"My father and my uncle have turned into green monsters. They are also people from Shadow Council! They are also part of all the tragedies that happened in this extremely cold place. My elders have insulted the honor of the family. They say they are loyal to Great Chieftain but it makes me feel sick!

I am not a Warrior yet, but I would rather choose to go to the battlefield with you today.

even death

I also want to die in a pure manner and never become those corrupt Green Skins!"

"Oh, it would be great if my Go'el could be as brave as you and know right from wrong in the future."

Durotan smiled, and he took out the exquisite hand ax that he secretly found a craftsman to make from the box in the tent. He stroked the Orcs style one-handed battle ax. The cold steel ax had the exquisite Frostwolf Clan coat of arms.

This is the first gift he plans to give to his son after Go'el is born.

But now.

"Take it, kid."

Durotan handed the ax to Dranosh and found him a round shield. He said:

"This is the gift I left to my son. I call it "The Glory of Frostfire Ridge." I hope that my son can become the heroic chief of the Frostwolf Clan in the future, just like his mother and I dedicated everything to the clan.

But I may not have the chance to see him. I hope this ax will bless you, just as I once hoped it would bless my son.

If you meet my son in the future, remember to tell him how much his father loves him."

"I will never disgrace this weapon! I swear on the honor of the Saurfang family!"

Dranosh shouted loudly.

Although he was only a half-grown boy, his ferocious roar was indeed a bit like what Warrior should be. Durotan stared at him, judging in his heart that this boy would definitely become a Orcs hero destined to be remembered in the future.

He put on his clan war armor, put on his head the war helmet made from the fur of his first Dire Wolf, and took the children out of the camp. His Warriors had already assembled in the camp, even if they coughed The sound became one, even though the Warriors were tortured to the point of weakness by Red Scourge, they still worked hard to stand beside their respective Dire Wolfs, and still worked hard to maintain their pride and glory.

Frostwolf Clan's Battle Standard was raised high, and the armed clan civilians behind were also shouting that they would sacrifice everything for the Frostwolf Clan.

They may have been tortured by the vicious epidemic into a pack of sickly wolves, but they still have the courage to fight to the death against foreign enemies for their territory.

Such a tribe makes Durotan feel proud from the bottom of his heart. He feels honored to be such a noble Orcs Chieftain, Frostfire Ridge will definitely remember today's battle! Just like the "Battle of Blood River" handed down from generation to generation, Orcs will still tell today's story with respect after decades or even centuries.

Even at that time Frostwolf Clan had already disappeared into history.

"Chieftain! Thunderlord Clan's messenger has arrived!"

Just when Durotan was about to take Warrior and others to the border for the decisive battle, along with a burst of noise, a team of six Thunderlord Wolf Rider arrogantly drove Battle Standard across the wind and snow into Durotan's camp.

They sat behind their ferocious wolf warriors and looked with disdain at the group of defeated soldiers tortured by the plague in front of them.

Thunderlord Clan has always been cruel and cruel. They are not only cruel to foreigners but also cruel to their own people. In their view, those who can be defeated by the plague are not considered good Warrior, but they completely ignore that the reason why this enhanced version of Red Scourge does not attack them is simply because they have drunk another curse to replace the weak condemnation.

"Durotan! Blood relative of Wolf King! I am here on behalf of Wolf King of the Thunderlord Clan!"

The captain of the messenger drove his own black "Iron Wolf". He made a cold and violent voice under the helmet and said loudly:

"Wolf King Fenris thinks that you and he were born in the same litter, and because of the last words of the deceased ferocious brother Jannal, I gave you and your clan a chance.

Put down your weapons!

Abandon the name of the Frostwolf Clan and join Thunderlord Clan. Wolf King will generously allow you to continue to stay in the ancestral land. Frostfire Ridge will not see any more bloodshed and sacrifices today.

We are all children of Frostfire Ridge. Every life on this land is precious and can become a member of the Wolf King hunting group."

"Haha, then I really want to thank my elder brother for his "kindness"."

Durotan leaned on the tomahawk and coughed while saying:

"But at what cost?"

"Drink these potions, it will help you get rid of the disease of weakness, and make you weak people as strong as us! Wolf King will give you the glory of the Conqueror!"

The messenger threw out the demon blood bottle in his arms, and it landed in the snowdrift in front of Durotan. He shouted loudly:

"We will be of one mind and run across the entire Draenor land under the Thunderlord Clan's Battle Standard. Our iron hooves will ruthlessly trample everything here. We will wash the world with blood and honor our ancestors with our skulls.

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After the defeat of the sinister Blue Skins, the whole world will belong to us!

Don't worry about Frostfire Ridge's power falling into the hands of others. Durotan, after conquering the entire world, Wolf King will only attack Great Chieftain's throne! By then, you, as his blood relative, will also be able to enjoy the same power."

The messenger's voice became louder and louder, and he seemed to really regard the persuasion to surrender as a kind of "mercy."

He said:

"Wolf King pities your talents. He knows that he controls the power and you have the wisdom to strengthen the wolf pack. You are true blood relatives. You should cooperate with each other like wolf brothers and wolf brothers to lead Frostfire Ridge's pack of wolves to be proud of the world!

Drink it, Durotan.

Drink it, and you can protect your people. Drink it, and you can join the wolves and lead them. We all grew up here, and we all admire your wisdom. As long as you get rid of your last weakness."

Durotan felt the sincerity of his elder brother.

Although those who listened to these words wanted to crush the arrogant fool in front of him, for a lone wolf like Fenris, the fact that he was willing to send an envoy to persuade him to surrender before the decisive battle showed that he did still retain the last trace of "brotherly love" for Durotan.

Perhaps it is true as the messenger said, this is because of the last words of their common brother Jannal before his death, which is a tragedy that will forever be engraved in the hearts of Durotan and Fenris.

Durotan bent down and picked up the bottle in the snow. Everyone was watching him, while Frostwolf Clan's Chieftain looked at the viscous liquid in the bottle in front of him, then smiled and smashed the thing at the messenger in front of him, causing the pungent-smelling demon blood to explode on the latter's body.

The messenger was roaring, but he was greeted with a blow to the head.

Cold steel Gleam glowed coldly, and when the ax hit the ground, half of the guy's body flew out in a splash of blood. His Dire Wolf, which was obviously strengthened by magic energy, was about to bite, but Durotan's white Dire Wolf pounced on it and locked the neck. In the frantic biting, the smelly blood was spread everywhere.

"Ouch!"

The killing of Chieftain made the High Overseer roar.

They swarmed up and pulled down these messengers and beat them to death with their fists. The demon wolves were also surrounded and bitten by the Frostwolf Clan's pack of wolves.

In the end, only the last messenger was left. Facing the Warrior who gathered around him, he shook his body in fear, showing no trace of the courage and heroism that a Iron Wolf pack should have. Even after drinking the demon blood, Dispersion's lack of reason did not allow him to make a stupid choice.

"Go back."

Durotan Spare his life, he said:

"Bring Frostwolf Clan's answer to Fenris and tell my big brother that only Frostwolf Clan is Frostfire Ridge's child. Your "wolf pack" is a shame to this land!

He had better kill everyone in the Frostwolf Clan today, otherwise even if there is only one Orcs left bearing the name of the Frostwolf Clan, he will definitely try his best to destroy Thunderlord Clan! Your ugliness makes me feel sick, and your so-called glory is a joke.

Bah, a group of beasts shouting for glory.

Jannal, my second brother, I'm sorry that I couldn't maintain the brotherhood according to your last wish, but please watch and witness Frostwolf Clan's final battle among the ancestors."

The envoy was beaten severely by the Warlords, and the lame wolf whose legs had been broken was returned to him. Amidst the laughter of the Frostwolf Clan, the lonely envoy disappeared into the wind and snow as if running away, and Frostwolf Clan was also ready to set off for their final destiny. However, as soon as this "mourning army" left their ancestral land, they saw a group of Ogres riding steel-armored wild boars blocking their way.

Warlord were about to draw their swords but were stopped by Durotan and Drek'Thar at the same time.

The team of Ogres in front of us are not local Ogre Magi. The Battle Standard they are carrying are from Nagrand. Durotan can even recognize. The emblem of the Gorian Empire, after all, his mother lived in Nagrand after leaving Frostfire Ridge. Over the years, when she occasionally visited relatives, she would also listen to Matron Geyah describe the history of the Ogre Empire.

The sudden appearance of these Ogres in Frostfire Ridge made Durotan aware of a slight change. Thinking of the inside story of the K'ure Alliance described in the letter sent back by his wife and the previous reminder from Orgrim, this made Frostwolf Clan Chieftain feel a trace of uncontrollable ecstasy in his heart.

This legendary chief, who was born and raised in Frostfire Ridge, had ambushed an ogre caravan with his father and his eldest and second brothers when he was seven years old, and had been hunting ogres almost all his life. He never thought that one day he would be happy because of the appearance of a group of ogres.

I never thought that my clan would survive only because of a group of Ogres.

But having said that, Durotan still let the others stay here. He and Drek'Thar Yulang stepped forward. Before they could speak, the captain Ogres in front of him shouted in a rather awkward Orcish:

"I am the senior centurion of the Gorian Empire expeditionary force," King's Hand"Tomok! You brown-skinned Orcs listen!

Draenor the One of all Ogres and the supreme king, the glorious leader of the Gorian Empire, Highmaul and Ogre Magi Fortress and even the lords of all imperial territories, the leader of the K'ure Alliance, the noble Wizard Head Mar'gok, His Majesty, have personally come to your remote country, which is so cold that it makes your eggs shrink.

Your Majesty is not far away waiting for Chieftain and Shaman of the Frostwolf Clan to come to see you. You two consumptive ghosts, why don't you hurry up and get ready? Put on your best clothes. If you don't have them, I can lend them to you poor ghosts.

If there are tributes, be prepared! It is the correct etiquette to offer tributes when meeting the king.

Come with me quickly!

If you keep your noble Majesty waiting, you will be rewarded!"

"Ah?"

After seeing Ogres, who was usually stupid and brutal, say so many words in one breath and use so many complicated Orcish words that even Drek'Thar felt unfamiliar, Frostwolf Clan Chieftain and his legendary Shaman were stunned.

The posture in front of me doesn't look right.

Do you Ogres from out of town have so many rules? And why do so many people come here at once?

We Frostfire Ridge, a remote and remote country, really cannot receive so many distinguished guests at once.

But Durotan still suppressed the weirdness in his heart. He took a step forward, coughed and tried to show his identity as Chieftain and said:

"I have learned some information about the K'ure Alliance from my wife, but I really did not know about Wizard Head in advance. Uh, I mean, your noble Majesty actually came to Frostfire Ridge in person. Please forgive us for our poor hospitality.

But you have also seen, senior centurion, I am about to take my people who have been tortured by the disease to fight to the death with the foreign enemies. It is indeed "

"Humph."

The high-ranking centurion who came on behalf of Gorian Wizard Head had a displeased look on his face. Although he wore an exaggerated helmet and could not see his expression, Durotan could clearly feel that the Ogres in front of him was looking at him with disdain.

Then, the guy waved his hand and said:

"Okay, okay, your majesty has no plans and has already known about your predicament.

You Frostwolf Clan only have a small number of people, don't take it for granted. Under the order of His Merciful Majesty, the imperial fleet at Highmaul port is approaching the flat area on the southern coast of Frostfire Ridge. You are all locals and naturally know how to go to those places.

Release your hunters and quickly contact our fleet to pick them up. Your Majesty's fleet will be responsible for sending you poor tuberculosis ghosts to Nagrand. In order to save you, Matron Geyah took out all the treasures Garadar has saved over the years and presented them to your noble Majesty as tribute, but this is obviously not enough.

So.

I mean, no conscientious Orcs can turn a blind eye to such an expensive life-saving grace, right?

Of course, Your Majesty doesn't care about those stinking things, but the loyal navy of the empire always needs some "extra allowances" to stimulate their enthusiasm for work. Therefore, for the sake of you also being a Chieftain, I remind you to remember to bring a little "personnel" with you when letting your people board the ship.

Look at how stupid you are!

Do you still need me to explain to you what "personnel affairs" are? Do you not understand such a little bit of human relations?

Hey, Orcs is indeed a group of uncivilized barbarians."

"No, noble centurion, of course we understand this. Please rest assured that as long as Gorian Imperial Fleet can save Frostwolf Clan in this critical moment and send our people to Nagrand Plains, then all the wealth accumulated by our clan over the years can be used as tribute Consecration to your noble Majesty."

Drek'Thar took a step forward, and the legendary Shaman said loudly:

"It just so happens that this place is not far from our ancestral home. While my Chieftain and I are changing our wedding attire, can you please go there and help us select the most suitable tribute?"

As he spoke, the legendary Shaman took out the elemental battle ax that he had carried with him for many years and handed it to "King's Hand" in front of him in a concealed manner.

The senior centurion Tomok glanced at the battle ax in his hand. As a descendant of the old Highmaul noble of the Gorian banner, he could tell at a glance that this thing had been soaked in elements for many years and was a real magic weapon, so he immediately changed his attitude to an enthusiastic one.

While asking his followers to rush to help Orcs lead the way to the imperial fleet to rescue people, he drove his steel-armored war pig to follow Durotan and the legendary Shaman to the ancestral land of the Frostwolf Clan.

As this guy walked away, he warned:

"Your Majesty is here to bring back Ogre Magi Fortress those Ogres Burning Legion who are far away from the empire and have forgotten their noble past. Of course, you are here to rescue you for the sake of the unity of the K'ure Alliance.

Afterwards, Ogre Magi Fortress belongs to you, and the right to rule Ogres belongs to Your Majesty!

But to be honest, His Majesty is personally in the prime of life and has more desire to make achievements and restore the rule of law in the empire. Therefore, if you lower your posture when you meet later, it will make Your Majesty feel better.

Oh, by the way, there is one more thing you must know.

Your Majesty came to Frostfire Ridge this time and planned to meet our Gorian Empire, "Mok'Nathal Hunting Grand Duke" Leoroxx.

Your Majesty wants to discuss with the Grand Duke the important matter of the Mok'Nathal Clan returning to the Gorian Empire inheritance sequence, and by the way, personally commend the Grand Duke Leoroxx for his great achievements in helping the empire Execute rebel against Korgolok in the Battle of Blood River many years ago.

So, is our Ogre Empire's "Hunting Duke" nearby?

It's best to prepare him for the meeting."

"Ah? Who?!"

PS:

I found an embarrassing thing. Maraad's nickname among players is "Great Uncle", but I always remember it as "Uncle". Fortunately, a reader brother reminded me that it has been modified.